The 6th Best Day Ever

Okay, the first best day was the day I married Jerry. He was such a blessing to me and still is. We have nothing but our faith in common and yet it has worked for 31 years.

The second best day ever was when Emily was born. I was so sure that I had no maternal instincts because my mother and her mother had none that I bought about a dozen books on parenting. Our pediatrician told me to throw them away that I had maternal instinct. He just met me...how could he know?

     The third best day ever was when Jami was born. We lived in Texas and she had a little southern draw when she first started talking. Emily was so thrilled to have a little sister. The girls were 3 years apart but always very close. They still are.

     The fourth best day ever was when Emily got married. We had the wedding on our property and it was the most beautiful October day I had ever seen. Jerry and I were very honored that the kids decided to get married on our anniversary. That was pretty cool.

     The fifth best day was when Jami got married. It was a little unusual to spend a week with another family you have never met before, but it worked out. We had a beach house in North Carolina that was very accommodating for all the families.

     Jerry and I feel so blessed to have two such wonderful son-in-laws that totally “get” our daughters. They are very complicated young women. They got that from their father’s side of the family!

     Of course, the 6^th best day ever of my life was when my granddaughter was born. Now that she is 5 months old, I see so much of her mother and her Aunt Jami in her. She is a very complicated young woman already.

     Each day I have the privilege of spending with her is different than the last. You can already see her personality being developed. She only may be 5 months old, but she is about 2 years old in her head. She wants to walk and talk and move on to the next thing. She is very determined to get what she wants when she wants it. She is either the happiest baby on the face of this earth or she is not. But, most of the time she is a very happy little person. When she smiles, her whole face lights up.

     Do I sound like a proud grandmother, or what? That’s okay, every grandmother is proud of her grandbabies. I am not called “Grandmother”, my daughter decided I should be called “Gigi”. I’m okay with that, too. 

     Juju was born on August 3rd and I'm not sure what we did for entertainment before that day. She came into this world very determined. She was breach until about a week before delivery and she is so strong that she flipped herself over. That gave us a little insight to her personality. 

     I am going to try to write daily about my experiences with Juju and share with anyone interested enough to read. 

     Stay tuned.........................................

xo